Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.